I'm really quite eager to see where the IC guessing at Servant identities leads to, honestly.
I think people might figure out @Cu Chulainn's Berserker though.
I think people might figure out @Cu Chulainn's Berserker though.
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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Aaaaand @Crusader Lord got it!
I wonder if anyone can figure out who our Overseer is before I outright state it.
As the RP has started, it's celebratory Jack the Ripper Power Hour once again.
Saber
The circle blazed with light. The intensity of the glow grew and grew, flaring as the girl chanted the incantation that would bring about a heroic spirit. A wind seemed to originate from the center, forced outwards and casting a burst of air through the area. And indeed, as the light grew, so too did a growing mist, rising and pouring out from the circle. What else could be expected from the summoning of such a being? A ritual of this nature could not possibly be a quiet and peaceable affair. No, indeed, the light built, the mist grew thicker, and then-...
Then it all faded away. For a few moments it seemed as if something was wrong, but suddenly something began to build in the center of the circle. Motes of green light drifted through the air, collecting and swirling in the center. As they joined together, they began to construct... something. A shape was formed, starting with a pair of armored sandals, then legs in black leggings... further and further, the light traveled, forming an ornately layered hakama with various designs upon its dark pink and white surface, and lacquered armor plating. Further and further up, forming an elegant female form clad in fabric and lacquered armor. Arms were folded across her chest, and at last, silky black hair, a youthful, soft face, and several ornamentations formed from green light. Fixed to her hip was a sheathed katana, or more accurately a nodachi. Only a nodachi would describe a blade of that sheer length.
That soft face was turned in a serious expression as the girl looked upon her Master. She was not at all tall, but at the same time she cast an air of power about her, one someone would expect from a warrior. So, this was the one who had summoned her? Who had called her to the world in order to battle for the Holy Grail? Inclining her head to the side, the black-haired young woman knew precisely what action to take next.
"My class is Saber," she began, "As the one who summoned me, you can only be my Master. Is this correct?"
As she allowed her Master to take in her question(not that she expected the answer to be long in the making, far from it), she took in her Master's appearance, and their surroundings. Her Master appeared to be a small, frail girl, shorter then herself(her own height being quite unimpressive as well). She resembled a doll, in some respects. In addition, Saber noticed her outfit. Was that not clothing associated with the western ideas of a witch? It certainly seemed to be. The room the both of them stood in was dark, and filled with various forms of parchments and books of all sorts. This, of course, could be expected from any practitioner of magecraft.
Simply by appearing here had Saber's wishes been granted a chance at becoming true. However, her Master would have to prove themselves in a number of ways for them to truly be granted.
The first of which was, of course, finalizing the contract.
@Feyblue
It was a warm summer night in Redrock. The streets were not empty, but the people on them were sparse. While it was not a small town, it was not an enormous city, either. It was a location that straddled the line between town and city, and therefore the nightlife was also a reflection of this. Some people were out on the streets, and yet many remained in their homes. This night was ideal for the beginning. There were many locations in which someone who desired to remain unseen could inhabit. The forest outside of Redrock. The burnt-out remains of the Rickert mansion in the North, left as a monument to the tragic deaths that had occurred there. The unseen catacombs beneath the city that were as old as the nation. For tonight was the beginning of something that the relatively peaceful town of Redrock had never before encountered. Tonight would be the beginning of a battle that had once thought to have been silenced, but was no longer.
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stained corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Rider," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@Blackstripe@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Cu Chulainn@Feyblue@WanderingSpirit@Seirei No Hai
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stained corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Rider," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@Blackstripe@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Cu Chulainn@Feyblue@WanderingSpirit@Seirei No Hai
All we need now is @WanderingSpirit to show up and confirm the pairing!
@Rin: And accepted! The moment our final pairing is finalized the RP will go up!
So much had happened at once. The magical girl from before, the Ripper, had obliterated the Negari around her in seconds... but there were so many... She felt her hand gripping the little girl's hand tightly as her eyes feel open the largest of them, the second form of the crab-like creature that had appeared first. It had an orbular body, covered in orange eyes that appeared to constantly look one way or the other, and it was supported on a set of seven spindly legs. The front of its body seemed to have a large cross-shaped slit in it. And there were so many other magical girls... but so many more Negari. They'd just gotten done with a fight, and... and one of the girls was bleeding. They were largely new magical girls from what Akane could recall, and they were all worn out... and she was useless. How could she help? She could try and get the little girl to safety, but what if more magical girls got hurt trying to keep them safe? What if she couldn't keep the little girl safe? What if... what if...
The slit on the front of the large Negari opened, revealing a huge orange eye... and a dark purple light building at the center of it with a low howling sound that steadily began to rise in volume.
"... R-run away, fast, I'll... I'll..."
She didn't know what she was going to do, but she had to get that little girl out of here, right?
"O-o-onee-san...?" the girl asked, looking up at her. What could she do? What could she-
"Hi there! Do you want me to ignite your heart so you can become a magical girl?! We're a little short on time with all those Negari, so please answer quickly!"
Akane stared. Was... was that fairy... was that fairy talking to her!?
"E-eeehhh?!"
The slit on the front of the large Negari opened, revealing a huge orange eye... and a dark purple light building at the center of it with a low howling sound that steadily began to rise in volume.
"... R-run away, fast, I'll... I'll..."
She didn't know what she was going to do, but she had to get that little girl out of here, right?
"O-o-onee-san...?" the girl asked, looking up at her. What could she do? What could she-
"Hi there! Do you want me to ignite your heart so you can become a magical girl?! We're a little short on time with all those Negari, so please answer quickly!"
Akane stared. Was... was that fairy... was that fairy talking to her!?
"E-eeehhh?!"
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